My relationship with my dad, before
I moved back home was practically nonexistent. Sure he was there
during my growing years, but I was shuffled between homes and states.
I never really got to know him.

The last year though, our friendly
dynamic changed. My granny passed and left the big farm house to the
family. It was close to the college I wanted to attend, so I moved
in. Now we share more than just a wall between our bedrooms.

His hard physique really piqued my
curiosity radar the day my car wouldn’t start. It was a bummer,
because I was running late and needed to get to a class. He was in
the behind the house, chopping firewood. His flexing muscles swinging
the ax had my panties dripping.

“Hey daddy,” I cooed, stepping
up to him. He wiped the sweat off his brow. The hot sun beat down on
his bare hairy chest. I was at a loss for words.

“Why haven’t you left? Don’t
you have a class?”

“Right.” I thumbed over my
shoulder. “It’s my car,” I said, batting my eyelashes. “Could
you give me a ride?” I was tempted to ditch the boring class all
together and go in the house to finger off a climax.

“Sure thing, sweetie.” He
kissed my cheek on the way in to the house to grab. his keys.

Damn he smelt good. My dad was all
man. He smelled like hard work, confidence and a big balls. I loved
living with him. He put every other guy my age to shame.

I squirmed in the front seat of his
pickup all the way. If at anytime I exuded fuck me, it was to my dad
in the truck that day. After class when I walked out the Psych
building, he was in the parking lot, leaning up against the passenger
side of his truck. “Lindsay, over here.” He waved me over.

“You didn’t wait out here this
whole time. Did you?”

“Nah.” He opened the door and
waited for me to settle in the seat before shutting it. I’d never
had a guy open a door for me on a date. It was nice. He ran around
the front and hopped in. “I ran to the bar to grab a beer.”

“Okay—but it’s only eleven
am.”

“Beer’s good any time of the
day.” He patted my knee, giving it a good squeeze. “This is
nice,” he said, gazing over in my direction.

Sure I was attracted as hell to my
dad, but I wasn’t serious about him coming on to me. I was a
virgin. All I’d ever done was have a guy eat me out and then run
out the door. I was not ready for sex.

“Can you drop me off at Dom’s?”
I asked. She just lived next door. She was more experienced. Talking
to her would help me sort out my feelings for dad. “I’ll walk
home from there.”

“No problem, Lindsay. Anything
for my sweetie,” he said, starting up the truck.

Dad did have a nice smile. I saw
what women saw in him. Including my mom. Too bad she didn’t
appreciate him.

At Dom’s, dad parked in her
driveway. “Thanks, for everything.” It got weird in the car. The
sexual tension was thick like he knew I was going to talk about
screwing him. I reached over to give him a hug and he puckered up and
kissed me. His lips barely grazed the air behind my ear, I turned so
fast.

“I’ll see you at home.” I
frantically unlocked the automatic door locks over and over,
stumbling to get out. “Later.”

“Okay? See you for dinner,” he
hollered out, before backing out of the drive as I rushed in to
Dom’s.

Dom
was out and I was left to stew on her porch. I kept playing the day
with my dad over and over in my head. What’s
wrong with me? It’s just a kiss. Sheesh. He wasn’t offering
tongue. Not that I wouldn’t accept it. He’s pretty hot. Dark
eyes, dark hair, and pouty thin lips just begging to be kissed. Oh
Lindsay he could teach you so much with those lips. They’re so
wrong, but so perfect. You’re a virgin. He’s your dad.

My feelings were a mess. I was
hopeless avoided him the rest of the evening. The next day I listened
to him drive off to the store and went out back to work on my tan. I
must’ve fallen asleep, cause I didn’t here his truck drive back
up.

“Hot stuff,” he whistled waving
over to me. He used the mail to block his face from the heated rays.
“You’re not burning are you?” He poked the back of my thigh
with his finger.

I was more than red from the sun, I
was embarrassed. I liked an all over tan and had both my top un tied
and my bottom bunched up in my ass crack. “Can you turn around?”
I asked. When he averted his eyes, I fixed my suit and sat up. “I
noticed you fixed my car.”

“No big deal. I was just a
battery.”

“Well
thanks.” I slapped my hand down on his knee. He flinched. His whole
body tensed up. Am
I making the first move?
“Could you rub lotion on my back?” I turned. Guess
I am. Wasn’t
asking for lotion a line in the guys code book under the section pay
attention fool, you’re going to get some pussy now?

“Glad to, baby,” he said,
gingerly flipping my hair over my shoulder.

The cool liquid on my shoulder
blades under the summer sun felt tingly. My dad swirled his warm
fingertips in small circles, rubbing in the lotion, down to the
middle of my lower back.

“You’re
doing a good job back there?” I peeked around to him. I caught a
glimpse of the look on his face and it was full of lust.
Is he thinking of boning me? I
un controllably flexed my ass cheeks at him.

“That should do it.” He jumped
up. “I have to wash my hands.” He scurried back to the house,
leaving the mail.